There has been a seismic shift in how our family celebrates children's birthdays.
Last night, our grandson celebrated his third year on this glorious planet by inviting the 200 children (and their parents) who live on his cul-de-sac for cake and ice cream.
At 7 p.m. on a Tuesday.
No party dresses.
No bow ties.
No goodie bags.
No organized games.
No scary clowns.
No (wait for it)....
Isn't that brilliant?
Just a dozen kids ramping up on cake from Costco and scoops of vanilla ice cream. And something called Fruitables, which is juice mixed with kale or shallots, possibly. (I may have read the label wrong, but it's definitely some sort of revolutionary blend-in-a-box.)
But what I loved, loved, loved about the party is that after dessert, the kids ran around and played with each other in the last of the evening light. The din was remarkable, but not the usual angina-causing chaos that has reigned at nearly every party we've ever hosted.
A bit of sugar, a ton of fun and many friends. About as stress-free of a party as you can imagine.
Happy Birthday, cherished Zach.
And way to go, daughter of mine, for going t0 the heart of the birthday -- celebrating a child's most special day surrounded by family, many friends and enough dinosaur cake for everyone.